On Tuesday I had 14 unread text messages. I didn't go on a phone sabbatical or anything. But on Saturday

Jeannie Hammond

broke my heart and I haven't responded to anything from her since. 

I told Meghan about this in the form of a question where I asked if she'd ever had her heart broken.

"Yes. Wait did somebody break yours? Who is it? I'll break their neck for you."

I hadn't known Meghan long, but her reply made me feel close to her. Reading her words on my phone also made me feel better. I read them over and over again, and each time I opened up my phone to read Meghan's messages I desperately zipped past all the ones from Jeannie.

Jeannie acted like nothing happened. By Monday night after I hadn't responded to anything all weekend she started asking "wtf is wrong?"

And then came the stream of messages.  The plan was to ignore all her messages. Wall of silence. But I didn't know what I wanted. What was this plan anyway? I left off this part about my silent treatment to Meghan who probably would be less sympathetic to my situation if she knew I was being stubborn. 

"You want to talk about it? We could call."

"Sure."